poisoned apples

kara oswald - eighteen years old

[karaoswaldx-blog]

She was beginning to feel a little bit like she was being lectured. She was sure Kara probably didn’t mean it, was just justifying the inexplicable need to go that she was feeling, but all the same, it felt a little like an accusation that she wasn’t a very good friend. 

She wasn’t a very good friend; she didn’t try to be. For Silva, yeah, the Gravemakers were about loyalty and supporting each other just like it was for everyone else. But she’d always believed that one of the most important things about supporting each other was being able to call others out on their bullshit, to tell them when their ideas were shit and to let them know when they were being a dumbass. It wasn’t ever going to be about endless support, and it definitely wasn’t about suffering through something like this just in the name of being there for each other, when no one of them was really involved. 

     “Well, have fun with that,” she said. “I’ll have the booze ready for when the rest of you get home and need to wash away the stink of university politicking.” 

Kara dropped her hands to her side in defeat. She was trying to get Silva to go with her, but it didn’t feel like there was anything more she could do. Silva was tough and Kara was nothing in comparison. If Silva wanted to stay, there was entirely nothing Kara could do about it. 

Kara was used to being useless. A painting on a wall, always watching but never the one participating. Tonight was different. She had dragged herself out of bed. She had made a conscious effort to be a better human being. 

“Alright, if you insist.” Kara pressed her lips together. She looked at Silva, then the door. “Are you alright?” she asked, leaning against the door frame. “Obviously, I don’t have to go. If you want some company, or something.” 

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Judging from her expression, Kara doesn’t want company, and Xander means to skirt around and leave her to her thoughts. But when she tosses the cigarette, skittish and obvious as a teenager, he has to laugh, blowing the pretense that he hasn’t seen her. “Oswald,” he greets with a nod, feeling a rare twitch of awkwardness. She’s one of the few Gravemakers he doesn’t know as well, doesn’t really know what to do with. Not because she’s younger, but because she’s— well, quiet. Almost enigmatically so. Still, she’d been tapped, so there must be something there, something brewing underneath the quiet. He just hasn’t seen it yet, and as a relatively quick-study of character, it is uncomfortable to not really know where he stands with a person. Especially a fellow Gravemaker.

He glances down at the crushed cigarette, feeling a smile tugging at his lips against his will. Fuck it, she’s a Gravemaker, which means she’s family, and can stand a bit of teasing. “Oh, don’t stop on my account. It’s sinful to waste a good smoke.” He pulls a cigarette from his own pack and hands it to her with a flourish. “It’s okay, I’m not going to rat on you to— who is it, exactly, you’re trying to hide your dirty habit from? Because the Morgue is 20% ashtray at this point. Rumor is, those gray walls in the study, they were white before we moved in.”

When Xander approached, Kara felt herself begin to relax. She was in good company, that of another Gravemaker. She was more comfortable with her fellow society members than she ever thought she would be at the beginning. At first they had all scared her, they were all dark and mysterious. She was none of those things. She still wasn’t sure if she even fit in with the crowd. Sure she dressed in all black, but she couldn’t stand up for herself. They were all tough on the inside, Kara was made of glass. One comment could easily break her right in half, shattered on the pavement. 

“Hey.” Kara waved, pulling her knees up to her chest. The whole vigil had her feeling nostalgic in a way she didn’t enjoy. “It’s already been wasted. Too late now.” It had been the last in her pack and she wasn’t about to ask for another one. It was her own fault she was without one now. “Matias,” she said, raking a hand through her hair. “He’d kill me if he knew, he still treats me like I’m twelve years old, I swear.” 

[karaoswaldx-blog]

     “It’s fine, Kara,” she said, letting out a sigh and running her highlighter along one long line of text at the top of the page she was on, more to mark the place she’d left off than because the line was of particular use to her. “I’m just not really feeling up to bullshitting around pretending to be sad, right now, yeah?”

Silva liked Kara. She thought Kara had a lot of promise. But Kara was still, very much, eighteen, and insecure in the way that most eighteen year olds were. There was a fog of guilt that made Silva want to do something stupid like apologize for not wanting to go to the dumb vigil with her, but she’d long since stopped letting herself feel guilty for things that didn’t matter. If Kara wanted to go, she could go and she’d surely find someone else to talk to. If Kara wanted to spend time with her, well, she could stay here.

     “I can’t see why Beaux would be there, anyway. She knew the guy about as well as I did, and probably hated him just as much, except, well, you know Beaux, she’d never show it. She would’ve said something if she was going.”

“Are you sure?” If anything, Kara was always on the defensive, always afraid of hurting people, always afraid that she was going to lose friends. Silva was someone she looked up to. But Kara became more insecure around her, she was all confidence and knowing how to be, Kara was nothing but insecurities wrapped up in black clothing. 

Kara often didn’t know how to act. She wanted to toughen up, to learn how to take other people’s shit. But it was hard, she had grown up getting beaten down year after year after year. She was stuck in a cycle of not knowing what to do with herself. She wasn’t sure if that would ever go away. 

“I don’t know.” Kara shrugged her shoulders. “But I’m going to go. We should be there for the people who did choose to go. I mean, societies are all about being there for each other. If everyone else is going to go and be miserable, I want to be miserable with them.” 

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Thomas was standing awkwardly in the middle of the crowd, looking at nothing in particular, willing himself invisible. He didn’t know most of the people around him. And he wasn’t clise enough with the few he recognized to comfortably strike a conversation with them. Not that he really wanted to talk to someone, but a distraction from all this would have been appreciated.

He was deep in thought when Kara came up to him. So much so that he didn’t notice her until she’d greeted him. He startled at her voice, barely managing to avoid jumping in place. He felt kind of bad for it. He should’ve noticed her sooner.

“Hey,” Thomas said in return, giving her a small smile. They’d talked once before, they weren’t close. And yet, he felt like mayve he could try to give this conversation a chance. “I- I think I’m fine. This is all very weird, no?” He shuffled a little on his place, not really sure what to do. “What about you?”

Kara was lost in a sea of people she didn’t recognize. Some of them were Gravemakers and some were Pax Aurea. Most of them were other students, people she thought she had maybe seen walking the halls before, but she wasn’t sure. Kara kept mostly to herself, walking with her head down like she was afraid of a little eye contact. 

Not to say she didn’t have friends, she did. They were few and far between but she did have them. Not that she ever saw them, or talked to them, but she knew they were there. Her brother wandered somewhere, but it wasn’t often that she got to see him. They hadn’t spoken much since her arrival at school and she worried what that would be like. 

And then there was Thomas. She felt comfortable around him, like it could be the beginning of a friendship, the beginning of something potentially good. But still, the fear of meeting someone new crept into her brain. She wasn’t used to interacting with so many new people at once. It was overwhelming. 

“It’s super weird.” Kara looked around at all the people mourning. She had been to funerals before but never a vigil like this. “I’m okay, too, I think, I’m just not used to stuff like this happening, it’s really strange. Just some body turning up, that never would have happened where I’m from.”

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  Cigarettes were always part of the Wesley Ryan aesthetic, replaced only with a black-lined glare and a stomping boot. She was the farthest thing someone could imagine as delicate, broad and intimidating even when she sat silently, in peace with herself. A cigarette in her fingers was as common as the wind stinging against her cheeks, and Wes enjoyed the long drag, the burn as she exhaled into the cool evening. 

  She’d caught sight of the glowing orange tip and the still warm embers under Kara’s scuffling shoe, and gave a sharp laugh. Wesley planted her ass down on the curb, taking an extra long drag from her cigarette and blowing the smoke at Kara. She recognized the brunette, a little, but hadn’t really given her a second of thought - until now. 

   A Gravemaker. Wesley frowned, wondering how she kept seeming to get thrown in with the whole lot of them lately. 

   “That was wasteful of you,” Wes spoke suddenly into their awkward silence, harsh and accusing. Her shoe poked the remains of the cigarette on the ground, eyebrow arching in a question mark at Kara. “You too good to smoke with company, or something?” 

Kara longed for her cigarette the second it was crushed on the pavement. She regretted stomping it under her boot but her fear of being seen far outweighed that regret. She liked to keep her personal life personal. Especially since anything she did could be easily relayed to her brother who would definitely judge her for smoking. After all, even she knew it was a mistake. 

The girl who approached was not someone she recognized, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t tell people. Kara was an innocent girl, always holding herself back and keeping herself out of trouble. Smoking was her one vice. She knew it was bad, deadly even, but there was a part of her that didn’t care. That maybe, shortening her life span wasn’t really so bad. After all, it made her time living all the better. 

“Oh, uh, no, I’m not.” Kara muttered, her voice soft, unsure who this person was and what they wanted from her. “Did you need something?” Kara took another cigarette from her pack and tossed it onto the pavement. She lit the cigarette and placed it between her lips, breathing in. She let out the wave of smoke and sighed, “Are you here for the vigil?” Kara tilted her head in the direction of the glowing candlelight. She didn’t look the girl in the eyes, but instead kept hers trained on the pavement in front of her. 

[karaoswaldx-blog]

The person who opened the door, finally, after an agonizing minute or two where he was convinced no one was going to answer and he was going to have to break into the house he used to live in – not a great look, when you’d spent most of the day being questioned by the police – was younger than he expected. Freshmen, when you were a senior, looked young; freshmen, when you were twenty five, looked like children. 

She seemed nice enough though, and he breathed a small sigh of relief that he hadn’t ended up with Silva or someone like her greeting him at the door. He could just see it now: getting barred out of the Morgue by Silva before he even had the chance to make his case.

     “Hi, I’m– Nathan. I used to be president, a few years ago?”

Once a Gravemaker, always a Gravemaker. Wasn’t that their whole thing? Always loyal, there would always be a home for Gravemakers here. He’d bought into all that crap when he was twenty but, he supposed, now was where he tested how much it really meant. 

     “Anyway, I’m looking for Cecilia, any idea where I might find her?”

Kara didn’t get along with unfamiliar faces. They made her want to crawl back into her shell and become a recluse. She had never been the kind of person to jump at the opportunity to answer the door, or even the phone. The idea of having to talk to someone new made her queazy. There were so many things about her that strangers didn’t understand. Her shyness, her short temper. She didn’t like to get mixed up with people who would ask her questions. She wasn’t in the mood to answer questions. 

“Right.” Kara nodded in understanding. It was a name she had definitely heard in the past, but it wasn’t one she cared enough to remember. There were so many people and so many things about the group. It was almost too much for her. She wasn’t in it for the history. Kara just wanted friends. People who would stand by her side and never let her down. 

“Uh, I’m not sure.” Kara shook her head, “I’m not usually here, I don’t really know where she would be.” Kara was a failure of a Gravemaker if that was even possible. 

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She closed the book, her finger stuck inside to mark the page she was on, and leaned back in her seat, legs outstretching so she could prop her feet up and sit back as she looked up at Kara, funeral-chic and looking about as pissed off and apathetic about the situation as Silva would have, if she hadn’t just said fuck it and decided not to go. Why did everyone feel like there was some unwritten contract that everyone had to turn up to this thing? Real social rules didn’t apply when the dead guy was an asshole. 

     “No. Quite honestly, I think I’d rather fucking die than listen to our beloved Dean try to keep his own ass clean while a bunch of people pretend to cry. No one gave enough of a shit when the dick went missing to have some bullshit vigil, I don’t see why we’re expected to now.”

She shrugged, an overstated gesture, and then looked over at the box of perfectly organized highlighters she’d swiped from Beaux’s room, considered them a moment before picking out a purple one and opening her book again.

     “But, like, have fun, I guess. Take pictures. We can make a collage of dumb sad people, later, if y’all get enough.”

Kara should have been surprised by Silva’s response. But in all reality, there was nothing that surprised her anymore. Not around the morgue at least. Everything was anger and darkness. It had taken a lot of getting used to at first, but Kara settled in alright. Sometimes the raised voices and snapping tones got to her, sometimes she flinched at Silva’s harsh words, but not tonight. 

“Yeah, I get that.” Kara shrugged her shoulders. “I’m not going because I care about paying my respects. But we should support our friends shouldn’t we?” Kara didn’t have many friends, but she wasn’t going to make any if she just sat around the morgue moping. 

“Maybe Beaux is there, she’s your best friend isn’t she? I wouldn’t want my best friend to have to be alone on a night like tonight.” 

Kara bit her lip, “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to overstep my boundaries. Um, you have a good reason for staying home. I don’t mean to call you out or anything. But I think it could be fun. You could always make fun of the people pretending to cry.” 

[karaoswaldx-blog]

Location: Front Square Time: 10:00pm  Status: Closed ( @thomas-oshea​ )

Kara was not a fan of being in large groups. The swarm of mourners took the wind out of her lungs and the words out of her throat. She didn’t know why she had even shown up. She didn’t know the guy. Maybe it was out of curiosity. Everyone else was going and she had a perpetual fear of missing out. If something happened, she wanted to be a part of it. Even if she was just a part of it from the back of the crowd. Taking it all in, watching from the sidelines, that was always something she had been good at. Over the years, Kara had gotten very good at blending into the background. 

Walking around was getting boring, and it was starting to look like nothing was going to happen. It was all people mourning or fake mourning. Kara kept a straight face. She shed no tears for the man she had never met before. 

She thought about leaving before she spotted Thomas through the crowds. They had spoken once before in the halls of the dormitory, but there was something about him that Kara liked. She had always been a shy girl, and she saw similar qualities in Thomas. Kara wanted to push herself, she wanted to get out of her comfort zone. Maybe this was her chance. Approach someone she didn’t know incredibly well, that surely was something she never would have done back home. 

Kara walked over to Thomas with her hands shoved into her pockets. She smiled softly and with her head slightly bowed she said, “Hey.” She lifted her head to meet his eyes, “How are you?” She looked around, hoping that the Pax Queen wouldn’t be anywhere in sight. She didn’t want to be shunned for speaking to someone that wasn’t a Gravemaker. 

[karaoswaldx-blog]

Location: Front Square Time: 11:00pm  Status: Open

Kara was done. She couldn’t say she was emotionally drained because she hadn’t felt anything to begin with. This whole situation, she didn’t care about. It wasn’t her own emotions, but dealing with those of others. She had never been good at cheering people up and being around others when they cried, well, that just made her cry herself. There was something about the vigil that just made her skin crawl. It was eerie and wrong and it sent shivers up her spine. It was a feeling she had grown very familiar with, being uncomfortable. 

She had to separate herself from the disaster of emotions that was the vigil. She found herself walking down the street, letting the dull glow of the candles disappear behind her. Once she was far enough away she took a seat on the curb and pulled out a cigarette. She wouldn’t tell anyone, and Matias definitely would kill her if he found out, but she had been smoking recently. Maybe it was a way of trying to fit in, or trying to make herself feel better. She was made of glass and thin tape, and a wind could break her to pieces. But she took her chances with the cigarettes. They calmed her down, took her emotions away and made things seem not as terrifying. 

Kara tried not to be so skittish, she tried to keep herself calm and collected but it never worked out in her favor. She would always be the shy girl to flinch at a raised hand or a loud voice. It was something she was convinced she would never be rid of. The fear, it kept her up at night. But she found solace in the clouds of smoke, almost like she could disappear in them. 

At the sound of footsteps Kara tossed the cigarette onto the ground and crushed it with the heel of her shoe. She looked up at the person approaching and let out of a sigh, her alone time was about to be cut short. 

[s-terlingsilva]

location: the common room of the Morgue date: 23 January time: late evening      ( open ) 

     “Please don’t tell me you’re going to that dumb fucking vigil.”

She’d watched, honestly, more Gravemakers than she’d expected, head out of the house in order to go to the bullshit candlelit vigil from her perch on the windowseat in the common room, where she was sat with an ancient and heavily annotated copy of Thucydides and a rainbow of Beaux’s highlighters, and she still didn’t understand the appeal. None of the lower classmen had known Marcus, and the upper classmen like her who had knew that he wasn’t shit. Wasn’t worth mourning, from what she’d heard about him, from the little she’d seen freshman year of the way he interacted with people, they were all better off he was dead. 

She hadn’t even humored the idea, honestly; she’d heard about the vigil, sure, but had settled in for a normal evening getting some much-needed work done on her dissertation. She’d been neglecting it all week in favor of the Netflix account someone had left open on the house TV, and her advisor was starting to get antsy. But the sound of yet another person heading out of the house was enough to pull her out of the book in front of her.

     “Seriously?”

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Kara had heard his name before. That was the extend of her knowledge of Marcus, all he was was a name, and a sour taste in the mouths of the people who spoke it. She didn’t know much but she felt obliged to go to the vigil. She would politely pay her respects and be on her way. She didn’t know him well enough to get emotional. The whole situation basically drained her emotions away anyways. Death had always been something that made her feel distant. 

Her wardrobe was funeral ready. Black on black on black with a personality to match. No, she wasn’t a spitfire or a goth, but she could easily blend into the background in the nighttime. Maybe that was why she dressed the way she did, they had a certain escapability that she quite enjoyed. The ability to disappear would always be something she longed for. 

So, she put on her clothes and readied herself for the vigil, feeling dramatically uncaring. She didn’t know the guy, why should she shed a tear? 

“Yeah,” Kara said, shrugging her shoulders. “You’re not going to go?” Being questioned by Silva made her want to slink back into her shell, maybe she should have just stayed in her room back at the dorm, but no, she decided to make her way over to the morgue in hopes of finding someone to accompany her. 

[nathanstleger-blog]

location: on the doorstep of the Morgue date: January 23 time: early evening      ( open )

He didn’t understand how three years could simultaneously feel like a lifetime, and also no time at all.

The sight of the Morgue – his old home, for three of the best years of his life – brought him back instantly, as if nothing at all had changed in the time that had gone by, like the sight of it had pinched those long years into moments, as if he was still a twenty two year old, just about to graduate, coming home after a long day in the library. 

And at the same time, standing there, he felt ancient. He was still in his work suit, the rest of the clothes he’d shoved into a backpack last minute before he left still sitting on the back seat of his rental car, and the disconnect between the person he was now and the person he’d been the last time he set eyes on this house was…. stark, laid bare before him all at once, like this. 

But if he was going to be able to find a free place to stay for a few days without putting an even deeper dent in his savings, this was it. He just hoped, standing there dumbly, hesitating to knock on the damn door, that the Gravemakers would welcome him back with relatively open arms. 

[karaoswaldx-blog]

Kara didn’t like to spend her time in the morgue. While she loved to be a part of the Gravemakers, she often found herself quite out of place along the darkness it held. Her dorm was more her speed, a collection of art and paints scattered along the walls, unfinished pieces of work cast aside on the ground. It was her space, a place where she could be herself without the eyes of judgement ever landing on her. The morgue however, she always felt like she was being watched while she was there. 

There was something about the Gravemakers that made her felt just as cast aside as those half-completed paintings. She was a piece of work and no one thought she belonged anywhere. She wasn’t proper enough for Pax Aurea and not rugged enough for the Gravemakers. And so, maybe she didn’t fit in anywhere. But the Gravemakers had chosen her, even if she wasn’t really the same as them. Being chosen wasn’t something she was going to ignore. It was nice, to finally be wanted by someone. 

While she liked to spend most of her time held up in her room painting, she pushed her limits and let herself wander around the morgue. It was particularly empty, so when she heard a knock on the door and glanced around to see if anyone would answer, no one was there. 

With a sigh and a look of defeat (in realizing she would have to be the one to answer it) she headed towards the front door. 

She opened the door and offered a faint smile, “Hello.”  

[karaoswaldx-blog]

👀 which is more important to you, friends or family?

“Friends. Once you’ve been betrayed by your own family, it’s hard to put them first.” 

[karaoswaldx-blog]

👀 do you ever wish you were a pax aurean? to be with your brother and not in the middle of this feud between the societies?

“Oh… um, no I don’t think so. I love my brother, but Pax Aurea is no place for a girl like me. They're all prim and proper. I, uh, I'm not those things.” 

[clammus]

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[karaoswaldx-blog]

     “She stopped giving a shit what other people thought of her.”

Silva didn’t know if that was true or not. She hadn’t known Beaux well until after Beaux became, in essence, what she was today. She hadn’t been close to her in anything but proximity before about halfway through their freshman year, until the bows came off and she started feeling a little more like a Gravemaker and a little less like a princess. 

But what Beaux had actually  done didn’t matter as much as what Silva had done, but phrased to make it sound a little more palatable, a little less like she was some kind of sociopath. Kara needed encouragement, and this got at the point well enough. After all, if she’d really wanted Beaux’s advice, she would have gone to Beaux.

    “I mean, as far as I can tell, that’s what happened. That’s where the line is, and when you cross it people start calling you confident. Or a bitch, if you’re me. But if you’re doing it right, it doesn’t matter what people start calling you, ‘cause you don’t care.”

Kara easily could have gone to Beaux for advice. But there was something about their relationship that Kara didn’t want to ruin. Kara admired Beaux, and didn’t want Beaux to think any less of her. Being someone who needed help, it made Kara feel weak. She didn’t want to appear weak in the eyes of the president. If she could make a miraculous change in her personality, maybe she would be able to impress people. 

“Okay.” Kara nodded, the problem had always been that she cared too much. In high school when someone commented on her family and her gender identity, that was when her anger had come out. Personal attacks against her, or more importantly, her family, brought out the true malicious person that usually hid behind the scenes. 

It would be easy to say she didn’t care what people thought. But Kara knew herself, and she knew that snide comments and the disses to her childhood, to her brother, they would always bother her. She wasn’t sure if that was anything that would ever go away. 

“I mean, I know people talk about me. Think I’m not tough enough to be a Gravemaker, don’t understand why I’m here. I’ve heard people whisper about me being weak.” All her life people always commented on things that had no place in. “I just want to be good enough, for once.” Kara sighed, resting her head on her hand. “I don’t know how to not let that stuff bother me.” 

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Beaux gave Kara another warm smile, comforted by the fact that she apparently hadn’t been waiting long. Even if she wasn’t telling the truth, it allowed Beaux to relax more into the conversation. She nodded along with Kara’s words, giving the girl a wry laugh. “Well, he’s brilliant. You’ll have a great time with him. Just don’t ask him questions on your way out the door unless you want to be talked at for another ten minutes.” It was self depreciating enough, and Beaux never took her own advice anyway. She always had some question that needed to be answered and could never resist saving it for an email or for the next class. She was afraid sometimes that the important  thoughts would slip away if she didn’t give them enough attention the moment she had them. 

“Well…next time it’ll be my treat, then.” She had this barter system with a few of her friends. They all hated keeping track of who owed who what, so they tended to just by things for each other back and forth. Everyone could assume that they were owing and even in different measures. She hardly even thought about it anymore with people like Silva, and she wouldn’t worry about slipping into it with Kara too. 

Her eyebrow arches delicately at the mention of Matias. Matias Oswald, a complete and utter menace in Beaux’s eyes. If Kara wasn’t around, Beaux wouldn’t even care too much about disliking him, but as it stood, the girl in front of her was one of the few things keeping Beaux and Matias from trying to rip each other to shreds. “Its really great that you got to see him, then.” She managed, with a smile. “He…cares a lot about you. I know he can be a bit overbearing about it, sometimes, but he does care.” With a sigh. “None of us can deny him that much, at least.” She licked over her lips, bringing the mug back up to them but not sipping. A quiet chuckle was making its way out of her. “God, I can’t blame you for that. Please tell me it wasn’t too awful for you? I’ve never experienced something so boring and yet completely stressful in my entire life” 

While Matias had been gone for school, before Kara moved herself, things had been particularly difficult. Being without him was one of the worst things, being alone in their house with their parents, had almost killed her. When Matias was around she did her best to stay out of trouble, to keep herself from boiling over in an angry rage. It was easier when he was by her side. Though the times without him, it had been hard to hold back. Being near him again was a blessing. She had been lonely and at least with Matias she always knew that there was at least one person who would have her back. Though with the Gravemakers, she could probably count on more than one. 

“I know.” Kara nodded, “And I appreciate him for it. I just avoided him at the brunch, I didn’t want to have to deal with the whole Gravemaker thing, you know?” Kara still didn’t know what her brother thought about her being on the other side of the fight. She didn’t care much to ask him either, she didn’t want anything to come between them. Kara needed him in her life. 

“It wasn’t completely awful. I didn’t really talk to anyone.” She shrugged her shoulders, “Mostly looked around, that place is huge, lots of stuff to explore. I spent a good portion of my time there just looking at the artwork.” It had fascinated Kara, different styles of art. The delicate golden work found in the Domus Aurea was nothing that she would ever paint herself, but it was still nice to admire. “What about you, did you have a good time? Did anyone start a fight?”